i see black plastic

for six months, a piece of black plastic covered the window next to my bed. each night i'd stare at the strange figures emerging from the fabric; an angel, a devil, an old man - its contortions changing with each heat-filled day. i miss that piece of black plastic. i miss falling asleep to the images my mind would convey.

that's why i love fortean gallery's new simulacra corner. you can guarrante that when i finally purchase a digital camera (mere weeks away, my friends!) you'll be seeing plenty of my deranged visions here.



these are seed capsules of snapdragons

via boing boing